Y is for You
“Where do you come from?” He asked gazing at her.
“I come from wherever you would like me to come from, as for I have no origin nor precise destination!” she replied.
“You, you, you know?” he stuttered, turing a bit red in the face, “you confuse me!”
“Do I?” Continue reading “Y is for You #AtoZChallenge”
X is for Xavier
Xavier rolled his cigarette and gave a sign to the waitress that he was in dire need of another coffee. He opened his battered canvas bag and produced an almost as battered looking stack of newspapers. Continue reading “X is for Xavier #AtoZChallenge”